“What’s wrong with your lip?”

Jim looked up from perusing the report on his PADD to scowl at Bones over the mess table. His best friend held a sandwich in his hand. “What?”

Bones pointed at Jim’s face. “That feather duster thing above your mouth.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “It’s a moustache, Bones.”

Bones smirked. “Is it? I thought maybe it was chocolate milk.”

“Hardy har har.”

“Why are you growing one of those anyway?”

He shrugged and went back to his report. “Makes me look distinguished.”

“Who told you that?” Bones snorted and jabbed at Jim’s leg with his boot. “What does Spock think?”

“Does it matter?”

“Ehh, not normally. But I gotta wonder if he’s all ‘what you do with your own lip is your business’ or if he’s ‘egads, Captain, how am I supposed to kiss you with all that scratchy hair’?”

“Spock has never said egads in his life.”

“You know what I mean.”

Jim put down his PADD and picked up his bean and cheese burrito. “Actually, Bones, I’m pretty sure no one knows what you mean. Not even you.” He took a bite.

Bones stared at him. “You got a little cheese…” He gestured.

“Oh leave me alone.” Jim wiped his mouth, got up and picked up his plate with the burrito.

“Where are you going?”

“To eat in my quarters in peace.”

Bones watched him walk away and then fingered his own jaw and face. “Hmm. Wonder what I’d look like with a beard and moustache.”